THE TROUBLE WITH GIRLS

　　The trouble with girls is they're a mystery

　　Something about 'em puzzles me

　　Spent my whole life trying to figure out

　　Just what them girls are all about

　　The trouble with girls is their so dang pretty

　　Everything about 'em does something to me

　　But I guess that's the way it's suppose to be

　　They smile, that smile

　　They bat those eyes

　　They steal you with "hello"

　　They kill you with "goodbye"

　　They hook you with one touch

　　and you can't break free

　　Yeah, the trouble with girls

　　is nobody loves trouble as much as me

　　They're sugar and spice and angel wings

　　And hell on wheels and tight blue jeans

　　A summer night, down by the lake

　　An old memory that you can't shake

　　They're hard to find, yet there's so many of 'em

　　The way that you hate, that you already love 'em

　　But I guess that's the way it's suppose to be

　　They smile, that smile

　　They bat those eyes

　　They steal you with "hello"

　　They kill you with "goodbye"

　　They hook you with one touch

　　and you can't break free

　　Yeah, the trouble with girls

　　is nobody loves trouble as much as me

　　The way they hold you out on the dance floor

　　The way they ride in the middle of your truck

　　The way they give you a kiss at the front door

　　But if you're wishing you could have gone up

　　And just as you walk away

　　You hear that sweet voice say…

　　Stay

　　They smile, that smile

　　They bat those eyes

　　They steal you with "hello"

　　They kill you with "goodbye"

　　They're the perfect drug

　　and I can't break free

　　Yeah, the trouble with girls

　　is nobody loves trouble as much as me